Too busy trapped in opulence to care,
Inertia is consuming, yet another snare,
What was once motivation, we now swim and drown,
The belief of accusation, we must reach for the crown,
A crown not of gold, but obsidian black,
Devoid of sympathy, attention we lack,
We ask 'Why?' ; questioning its meaning,
curiousity kills, despite what it's seeming,
Always venturing into what we don't know,
Through a world so dark, in its sea we row,
A two-faced planet, one side of sin,
The other a wish; that wish we must win.
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Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
